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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Midnight Kids Of Tanjung Bungah (午夜小孩)

There are two roads leading to Tanjung Bungah: one is
through the Tanjung Bungah Road and the other is a narrower and winding road,
Mt. Erskine. The former road is wider with clearer view than the later and the
first road is always the choice; but the second one provides a shorter route.
Having said so, since the Mt. Erskine passes through a Chinese cemetery, rumour
has it that one part of the winding road is said to be haunted at night.

My pal, Wong is a salesman and his house is in Tanjung
Bungah. As a local since childhood, he is very familiar with both of the roads.
One night he decided to use Mt. Erskine road to return to his home as it was
approaching midnight and he was very tired after entertaining some potential
customers downtown. The only thing in his mind then was to return home, take a
hot water bath and sleep. So, as usual he drove along the road and everything
lust looked normal. The road in front and behind him was in dead silent and
complete darkness with street lights far in between.

As Wong was approaching the sharpest corner, he saw a white
thick fog gathered in the corner. As a seasoned driver, Wong’s first reflexes
was to move his foot from the gas paddle and pressed the brake to slow down his
car. Of course, seeing fogs on roads during midnight is nothing strange. But
Wong claimed to have seen a group of kids appeared within the fog and they
appeared to be crossing the road.

It was a split of a second decision if Wong was to stop or
to ram ahead. And for no explicable reasons, Wong has chosen to step on the
brake and the car came to an emergency stop right in front of the fog. As the
car was stopping, he sworn to have seen all of the kids turned to him, smiled
and waved at him. Wong said later that he wanted to return the favour but he
was frozen with fright and he could only trembled: Where did the kids from
during the dead of the night? As far as Wong knew, that that stretch of the
road passes through the middle of a granite hill and no one stays near or
around…

Suddenly a motorcycle sound came from Wong’s back and in a
second or two, the motorcycle zoomed passed Wong’s car and rammed into the fog
with the kids. And almost instantly, the kids and the motorcycle disappeared
into the fog. Almost immediately too, Wong heard a loud bang and then there was
a dead silent. After that, the fog in front of Wong started to disperse.
Strangely speaking at this point, Wong returned to his senses and he restarted
his car and proceeded carefully.

A more shocking scene came to Wong’s sight when his car went
passed the sharp corner: there he saw the wreckage of a motorcycle wedged in
between the granite wall and a boulder. With no intention to investigate if the
driver was alive or otherwise; Wong sped off and rammed into his home; and
directly jumped into his bed until morning.

After Wong has told me his experience, I just smiled and
said: “You know, with all those ‘mat rempit’ (illegal racers) around; you
should not travel in the dead of the night.”